He had been on his travels for more than a year when the winds blew him to the Mandarins.

Oh, how blessed were the winds! And, moreover, Sir Rowley found that his son-in-law was well spoken of at the clubs by those who had known him during his university career, as a man popular as well as wise, not a book-worm, or a dry philosopher, or a prig.

He could talk on all subjects, was very generous, a man sure to be honoured and respected; and then such a handsome, manly fellow, with short brown hair, a nose divinely chiselled, an Apollo's mouth, six feet high, with shoulders and legs and arms in proportion,--a pearl of pearls! Only, as Lady Rowley was the first to find out, he liked to have his own way.
"But his way is such a good way," said Sir Marmaduke.

"He will be such a good guide for the girls!" "But Emily likes her way too," said Lady Rowley.
Sir Marmaduke argued the matter no further, but thought, no doubt, that such a husband as Louis Trevelyan was entitled to have his own way.

He probably had not observed his daughter's temper so accurately as his wife had done.